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Cynthia's Lullaby [Sendspace; mp3]
Named after one of my fandom OCs. The song's from her POV, singing her twin brother to sleep. Yeah. Uh. I'll just leave it at that.

I pretty much nailed down the main parts (chords, lyrics, melody, arrangement) on Wednesday, and have just been futzing around with the details since then. In particular I'm still trying to figure out how to deal with the brief instrumental part after the third stanza, but other than that, this song is mostly performable. Apologies in advance for crappiness on the part of the thing recording and the one performing.

Cynthia's Lullaby

darling, it's time to rest
hide away like the fading light
forget those sins unconfessed
and sail on into the night

darling, just close your eyes
I know you're tired from this fight
but don't you heed the angel's lies
it's okay to love the endless night

darling, we'll never be apart
we're the only thing here that's right
torn from each other at the start
we belong together in the night

darling, it's time for me to go
for the dawn is burning bright
but listen to me and know
I will always be there in the night

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I have my art history mid-term on Tuesday. Part of said mid-term involves a 45-minute essay in which we have to write in detail about six works of art as they pertain to the essay question. I am not looking forward to this.

Also, I'm two chapters behind in Neuro. orz (Three if you count this week's chapter, but the raw for that hasn't come out yet.)

-Reileen
tuck you in, warm within, keep you free from sin
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Album of the moment: Indestructible by Disturbed. Yeah, I know, it's totally out-of-character for me. Go ahead and laugh at the little Asian girl jumping around in her room and headbanging to "Inside the Fire."

Speaking of which, here's the music video for that song:


This actually seems to be a "sanitized" version of the video, with the official one (featuring the vocalist walking in on his girlfriend having committed suicide) here. A very depressing but powerful song.

Here's the title track of that album, which was the first song I heard:



-Reileen
take the word of one immortal
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And, of course, it's the song that I put so little effort into and which is completely Just For Fun.



JPN104 mid-term wasn't too bad and yet was still a chore to get through. I finished with twenty minutes left in class though (JPN104 is a one-hour class).

-Reileen
because it matches her eyes when she cries
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Stuff related to Phoenix Wright, a series that I have yet to play*, but which I still know a fair amount about (without spoiling myself too badly...I think):

The Takarazuka Revue is going to do a musical version of Phoenix Wright. For those of you that don't know (including myself), the Takarazuka Revue is an all-female musical theater group in the city of Takarazuka, Japan, putting on productions on the scale of Broadway epic, with women playing both male and female roles. I...think I want to see a performance of this when I go to Japan. Tickets must be crazy expensive though.

New scans and information for Gyakuten Kenji, the PW spin-off game starring Phoenix Wright's boytoy nemesis-ish-person-thing, Miles Edgeworth. The game will come out in spring 2009 in Japan.

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General game stuff:

Nintendo creates an ad that breaks YouTube! (Warning: The Flash may also break your browser in the process. But it's a fun time to watch.)

[livejournal.com profile] vyctori pointed me to this amazing remix of the Forest Temple theme from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.

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Generalities:

Randall Munroe of xkcd, the Gods bless his soul, has a rather interesting take on the financial fiasco threatening the You-Nighted Staytes of 'Merica...

Astronomers spot a bizarre "strobe light star", which they call a magnetar, which just makes me think that it's another evolution stage from the Pokemon Magnemite.

Tokyomango brings word of suicide prevention train platforms and instant ramen in a can.

And finally, the man who saved the world and yet almost no one knows about it: On September 1, 1983, an overworked and underpaid lieutenant colonel, Stanislav Yevgrafovich Petrov, kept a cool head and deduced that the things that the computer report said were missiles coming from the US, destination Moscow, were simply computer errors - and he was right. Seriously, go read this, this is amazing.

-Reileen
never did I want to be here again



*Lydia offered to let me borrow her PW games if I ever felt so inclined to play them. Clearly this "socialization" thing has its perks...
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Some random chick at the El complimented the outfit I wore yesterday:



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I love how I went from "I'm still not sure if I want to go through with turning this into a performable song" from this post to "Hey, I can now perform this song with a modicum of decency!"

And here's the proof(?). (@ MegaUpload, in .WAV format)

My hands have paid quite the price for this knowledge, let me tell you.

-Reileen
strange how we fit each other
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THINGS I LEARNED IN ART233 TODAY

  • If you microwave a donut, you'll end up with just an empty, dried out husk of a pastry.
  • If you microwave a bar of soap, you can get it to expand and become all foamy and shit.
  • Sex on the beach (referring to the actual act, not the drink) is not as romantic as movies etc. make it seem.
  • The professor will be displeased if you go out and rob a grave in the name of scholastics. She will be very pleased, however, if you decide to have a beer and pretzel in the name of scholastics* (only applies to those over 21).
  • Oh, yeah, and some guy named Sneferu had an obsession with pyramids and stuff.

ART233 is an interesting class, and the professor is knowledgeable and friendly, drawing amusing modern analogies to things she's talking about from history (see the first starred point at the bottom). And it has given me the interesting definition of art as "valued visual culture."

The problem is that, after waking up early to attend my 8:30am Science of Archaeology class, I'm freakin' dead after that. I was planning to have that chunk of time (3.5 hours on Tuesdays, about 5 hours on Thursdays) as a "Well, I'm already downtown, so let's good off around the city while I can!" sort of thing, but I totally underestimated how tired and lethargic I would be. I think I just need to get used to being up that early and actually being active, but it's still really disconcerting.

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When I wasn't busy obsessively refreshing webpages and falling unconscious at the computer lab, I was lyric-sketching. I got down two songs, one of which is tentatively titled "life: notes from your mistress", but that needs a hella lotta work before I can think of even showing the rough draft (and I'm seriously contemplating relegating it to the "failed experiments" bin). This one fares better; I only half-hate the lyrics. The sentiment behind it is similar to Evanescence's lyric "I want to stay in love with my sorrow" from their song "Lithium", in that the narrator of this song (whoever s/he may be) is unwilling, for whatever reason, to give up that which isolates them from life, love, happiness. (Actually, now that I think about it, the narrator of this song could very well be Aya Asia from the Nougami Neuro series. Fancy that.) I have a vague inkling for how the music might go, but I'm still not sure if I want to go through with turning this into a performable song.

Cold

it's so coldly warm in here
don't want to migrate to tropic minds
where the sun will burn me
turn me aside
love, please don't cry
there's no need to melt my frozen heart
with the white-hot of your sorrow

I'm all right, I swear
bathed in the ice of my despair
embraced in a blizzard of
that which speaks to deepest blood
all that glitters is only cold

pleas in the air freeze before they die
you tried to save me from the winter storm
but found that I've only ever loved
the eternal snow

I'm all right, I swear
bathed in the ice of my despair
embraced in a blizzard of
that which speaks to deepest blood
all that glitters is only cold

nothing you can do will set me free
from this prison of eons old
come closer and you will see
all that glitters is only cold

nothing you can do will set me free
from this prison of eons old
come closer and you will see
all that glitters is only cold

-Reileen
behind the door, should I open it for you?



*Apparently a common food offering to the dead in ancient Egypt was bread and beer.
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A working, functionally complete version of Bacchanalia [YouSendIt]

I have issues with this regarding melodic and chord progressions and overall structure, but I can perform it live if I wanted to. Will be leaving it for a while to simmer and cool down before I start trying to work on it again, if I'm inclined to do so.

I also showed this piece to [livejournal.com profile] sannion, who is a devoted follower of Dionysos, and he wants to play the song during the next ritual he's going to do for the god. Which is good, because that's sort of why I was doing the song in the first place (albeit a few months late).

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[WARNING: RAMBLES AHEAD]

I left my ANT120/ART233 notebook at home today. *facepalm* So I couldn't study for the ANT120 quiz I had this morning (which wasn't hard, actually, but it's the principle of the thing I'm talking about here), and I had to/will have to take notes on looseleaf.

Am falling asleep here trying to murder time again (fucking thing just keeps coming back from the dead! Do I, like, have to cut off its head and gag the mouth with garlic or something?!) until I have to meet with Professor Akiyoshi at noon. Need something to eat, since I only had a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch with milk for breakfast and then a can of Mountain Dew during ANT120. Am craving sushi again.

In the middle of reading Greek Folk Religion by Martin Nilsson. There's nuggets of information here and there, but the style is impeccably snore-inducing. I can't go more than a few pages at a time, because otherwise my eyes start glazing over. That is why I am here killing brain cells on the Interwebs instead of killing brain cells on studying the history of my adopted spirituality and taking notes. My logics, it is invincibles!

Am also obsessively refreshing Twitter, what.

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The recent issue of the Hudson Fanclub Insider newsletter has pointed me to the official English site for the Bomberman Blast game for Wii. There's still no release date for the American version. Wiccapedes says that the WiiWare version of the game was already released in Europe on the 12th (wtf? What's the logic in that?), while the Japanese console and WiiWare versions will be released on September 25 and 30, respectively.

Wiccapedes also reports an overall positive reception to the game, with critics making favorable comparisons to the similar Bomberman Live. But y'all know I'm a little Bomberbitch who doesn't really care about multiplayer, so the comparison is mildly useless to moi. I'll probably ask the buttmunch to go pick it up if he can (thank the Gods that we have similar tastes in games), but I'm not sure I'd be willing to shell out the cash for it not in the least because I have no cash to shell out.

To slightly paraphrase [livejournal.com profile] mia_noire's sentiments on finding a parking space at MVCC for my own use: "Who the fuck do I have to blow around here to get a decent Bomberman single-player platforming adventure game again?!"

-Reileen
there's no need to tell anyone, they'd only hold us down
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I should get a DePaul-related icon on here...

Wonder of wonders, I actually managed to get a hold of one of the art & design professors! I'll be meeting him tomorrow between 12:00-2:00pm to see if I can do any credit transfers from my animation classes. (Thinking back on it, I wonder if I could get my History of Animation class to count for art history credit, but I think the point is rendered moot, seeing that I'm, um, taking an art history class at the moment and it's too late to switch classes and no way am I going to withdraw.) Also need to ask him about employment/internship opportunities mentioned in a newsletter I just got last night from the art department. I'm starting to second-guess the wisdom of this, though, seeing as it wouldn't really be a good idea to overexert/overstimulate myself when I just got back into classes after a year off and am still trying to adjust to a non-vampiric schedule. *flail*

(And as if I needed more ways to procrastinate on my homework, we now have virtual bubble wrap.)

My Japanese professor suggested that, to get the most out of Japanese class, we should study the language for at least two hours a day. Which I don't have a problem with, technically speaking. It's figuring out how to use those two hours that's the problem. I'm not a very studious...er...student, and I don't have a particular system of studying that consists of anything other than "I'll read through things and maybe something will stick in my mind." Possibilities for Japanese study time include:

  • reviewing stuff from the Nakama I textbook (holy shit I need this soooo badly, you have no idea)
  • going over what we're currently studying in class (as of this entry, it's weather-related things - oh joy)
  • keeping a journal in Japanese (I started doing this around JPN102 or JPN103 but tapered off on it for obvious reasons)
  • doing translation work (under my fandom name, I translate 4-koma anthologies for Golden Sun and Bomberman, and this week I'm supposed to start translating the Weekly Jump raw chapters for Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro ("Come, slave, it's translation time..."))
  • IMing with a friend who, while not a native Japanese speaker, nevertheless is more knowledgeable about the language than I am

I'll probably attempt to re-distribute the hours a bit, though, considering that I come home later on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and it seems that myself, [livejournal.com profile] lysis_to_kill, and [livejournal.com profile] mia_noire have established Monday as "Monday Movie Matinees", which means that we probably won't be productive on that day at all. Speaking of Liz...

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After watching The Silence of the Lambs at [livejournal.com profile] lysis_to_kill's apartment (excellent movie), I caught the season finale of this sitcom called The Big Bang Theory, which is basically the webcomic XKCD in sitcom form. F'rreal. I am dead set on finding the first season and watching it, because the geeky win is clearly over 9000. (I guess in numerical form, the sentiment could be described as win/9000...)

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A piano instrumental currently called "Bacchanalia" has taken a hold of me over the past few days. I've been adding little bits and pieces at a time ever since I first created the main riff randomly while working on "Wasted." I really like it - and I hope Dionysos does too, because this is a song I've owed Him for a few months already. Whoops.

In far more productive news than my own, it seems that Miss Teng is pretty damn near close to finishing recording her fourth album. I am excited liekwhoah. I have to wonder how many songs will be on it, since at the moment we're aware of thirteen new songs:

White Light
Kansas
Antebellum
Grandmother Song
The Last Snowfall
Stray Italian Greyhound
No Gringo
Augustine
Olive Tree
Radio
In Another Life
Watershed
St. Stephen’s Cross

If all thirteen were on there, that would be so fucking sexy. :D

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Okay, I needz foodz before I hop on the train to go back home.

-Reileen
our innocence is all the worse for fears
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I bought sunflowers (3 for a dollar) at the farmer's market going on in the plaza near City Hall downtown today. It made me oddly very happy, even though I had to carry those poor things around with me for a couple of hours before going home - I bought them early in the afternoon because Liz had told me that the farmer's market closed fairly early, and since I had a late afternoon class I didn't want to miss a chance at getting some greenery. I gave the flowers to Mommykins, who cut them and put them in a vase on our kitchen table. The thought of them still makes me happy.

The thought of going to Japanese class tomorrow in the rainy morning, however, dampens the sunniness a bit.

***

I did some minor edits to what I had of "Wasted" from a few days before. Save for one line that is bugging the fuck out of me, I'm pretty satisfied with this current incarnation of the lyrics, and will keep them unless musical constraints demand that I do more rewordifying. (I swear, I need to learn to write shorter songs...)

Wasted

The things I pack in the suitcase of my heart
Don't always fit like they should
Ancient locks forced on unfolded dirty laundry
And stubborn mementos eat up space
That should be reserved for necessities
Of a future time and place

I'm just one face of many in your life
But I can't face being incognito in your eyes

Because the words that I've spoken
Would end up broken upon the ground
The tears that I've cried
Would only chide me for my grief
And the bitterness I've tasted
Would just be wasted on you

I'm ready to ditch this dusty hotel
Gonna leave it behind and hit the road running
Thoughts of you cut straight and true
To my heart and leave it bleeding
But that's okay, I can walk it off
I'm still breathing

There's something to be said
For leaving you for dead

But I know, I know
I'd plant the seeds of hope at your grave
And that's how the road to hell would be paved

Because the words that I've spoken
Have been broken upon the ground
The tears that I've cried
Have chided me for my grief
And the bitterness I've tasted
Has been wasted on you

Does he know that she holds what he wants to find?
Does she know how to forgive an innocent crime?
Do they know, do they know
Do they know, do they know
Do they know, do they know
Do we know if it's all been wasted?

The words that I've spoken
Have been broken upon the ground
The tears that I've cried
Have chided me for my grief
And the bitterness I've tasted
Has been wasted on you
On you...
On you...

Okay, cool. My musical conscience is now free to work on minor things, like the homework that's due for Japanese tomorrow. To borrow a sentiment from Emperor Peony IX of Malkuth for my own purposes: "Pfft, kanji! Who needs 'em?"

Dude, [livejournal.com profile] vyctori, Peony has a Facebook account. I just found this out when I googled his name to double-check which number Peony he was in the Malkuthian royal line.

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EDIT: The PV for Yousei Teikoku's new single, "Weiss Flugel"! I love how, instead of the electric guitar, this song - which is a slower one than the previous single, and a slower one than "Wahrheit", which was the first YT song to have a PV - has Takaha Tachibana rocking out on violin. Badass.

-Reileen
you, in somber resplendence, I hold
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Reileen's Resolutions (...ish...things) For The School Year 2008-2009

1. I shall not go without caffeine in the morning. (Or a decent Reileen-portioned breakfast.)
I was woken up at 6:50am after about five hours of unsleep (unsleep : sleep :: undead : dead). In-between doing my morning pages (thank you, Julia Cameron), trying to get my perpetually stubborn sister to go get dressed for school, and checking my usual net haunts, I attempted to eat a package of Pop-Tarts, but found out that I was too sleepy to get through even 0.5 of one. That and one paper cup of Arizona Iced Tea was the entirety of my sustenance until noon, upon which I snagged a bag of white cheddar Cheez-Its to munch on while reading Martin Nilsson's Greek Folk Religion in the library, waiting for [livejournal.com profile] lysis_to_kill to get out of class.

So. Yeah. One grande mocha frappuccino at the very least. Supplement with Mountain Dew during the day, if feasible. Wind down with water or iced tea near the end of the day. Otherwise, I will end up like in this picture:



This pretty much sums up what today was like for me. And I only had one class.

2. I shall study for some-yet-undetermined number of hours a day. F'rreal.
I will be waking up at normal-people times for once. I end classes fairly early in the day, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays, when I have two classes, I have a couple of hours in between those classes. I can spend that time either studying or otherwise being productive (for certain values of "productive"). If I follow Resolution no Ichiban, I should be reasonably conscious and coherent enough to continue being productive up until nightfall. I has no excuses.

3. As often as possible, and as comfortably as possible, I shall "dress up" for classes.
Mainly just to amuse myself. But I got compliments from three different people* on the blouse I wore today, which was a black-and-purple-and-white plaid ruffled dress blouse with slightly puffed sleeves and a black ribbon tied around the waist, which I am quite fond of myself. Fuck chicken soup - compliments are good for the soul. Also, I'm a girly-girl and I like experimenting with my fashion style, which ranges from goth-ish to bohemian-ish to punk-ish to Harajuku-ish.

4. At the very, very least, I shall make an effort to put up the facade of being a normally sociable human being.
I'd intended to stay mostly anonymous during JPN104 today, but somehow I ended up being decently chatty with the person sitting next to me, a Korean girl named Lydia. I think it started because both of us were bitching about how we didn't remember anything from introductory Japanese. Which then led to discovering that the both of us are fourth-years who will have to take an additional fifth year to get our shit done (though our reasons differ). She also thought she had seen me in one of her classes before, but decided that she was mistaken. I decided, what the hey, I'd just introduce myself then, since it seemed like a good chance to do so. In addition, there's a line of folks on her other side with whom she seems somewhat acquainted, and who seem to be - if their self-introductions and side conversations are any indication - fellow anime/gamer fans. Which could either mean total awesome or complete fail. Time will tell. I'm still trying to acclimate myself to living out in the real world again, and I'm the type of person that gets completely drained of energy even just by talking in-person with a really close friend. Some people are energized by person-to-person interaction; I'm not one of them. In going to classes, I find that I'm torn between conserving energy by keeping to myself, and making acquaintances so that class-time is slightly more entertaining.

5. I shall try to explore Chicago more.
Me and [livejournal.com profile] lysis_to_kill always talk about visiting this place and seeing that thing and checking out that store over there, but we have a hard time materializing plans. (We have a hard time materializing plans about anything, actually.) But we're finding that we have free periods that coincide with each other, particularly in the afternoons because we both have morning classes, so it's easier for us to meet up in the SAC Pit after classes and figure out how the fuck we want to murder time today. From there, we can both plot how to take over the world. She's a criminal-obsessed Polish housewife; I'm the Asian call girl. Together, we fight time! Er, crime!

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To my utter surprise, I actually managed to finish a working version of the lyrics for "Wasted." I basically took the lyric sketches that I'd done at the DMV yesterday, wrote them on pieces of notecards, set them out, and tried to cohere them into something that made some amount of sense. Once that was done, I hit upon the chorus melody almost immediately, with chords for it and the rest of the song following soon after.

-Reileen
I hate you, why are guys so lame



*One of whom was the hyperactive barista who served me my frappuccino at the Starbucks near 87th and Cicero. Apparently being in the proximity of that much caffeine does odd things to someone.
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Oh, I love the sheer idiocy of this one.

Fandom Wank: The Battle of Versailles

So what happens when an obscure American musician finds out that a Japanese indie band that just might be less obscure has the same name as the one you've already picked. Well if the name is Versailles you copyright the name and threaten legal action against the Japanese band for stealing the name from you. Because you know there's no way that they could have been inspired by the French city the name comes from being as they are a visual kei band that uses the glory days of French aristocratic society as their band's theme.

I fear for the remaining threads of my sanity, so I'm avoiding looking at the comments on Versailles(R!!!!!!)'s MySpace. I am sorely tempted, though.

With regards to the chick's music, it's...decent, I suppose. I don't care for her voice, and the songs she's got up remind me of a more generically emo, downbeat Emilie Autumn - which is kind of stretching it a little and giving her more credit than she deserves. Versailles' lyrics aren't much to sneeze at, either.

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Two things I've been pondering:

1) Gothic folk. Or folk gothic. I imagine these two would probably cancel each other out, but as someone who wanders on both sides of the road, I like trying to think about it until my brain fursplodes. Could gothic lyrics work with a more melancholy folksy sound? Vienna Teng's "My Medea" might qualify, I think, but since she uses piano she's wandering into classical influences that gothic music tends to exhibit anyway. I was thinking more along the lines of "Dar Williams and/or Noe Venable, but gothic." Gothic guitar, what? That would be...interesting.

2) A reversal of the "beauty and the beast" motif in gothic/symphonic rock, where instead of having a beautiful, soaring female voice paired with growling male vocals (which, as much as I do like it, has been done to death already), you have angry, semi-screechy, deep female vocals (maybe something like Emilie Autumn, particularly when she's in her Opheliac mode) with Il Divo-esque male vocals. Suggested name for this arrangement: "the harpy and the hunk."

If anyone out there can point me to actual examples of these in action, that would be appreciated. :D...

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Hey, I didn't realize Vanessa Carlton had another music video out. Hands on Me is the second single from Heroes and Thieves, and is one of my favorite songs from that album.

This video, however, is not going on my list of favorite Vanessa Carlton music videos, or even on my list of favorite music videos, period. First off, the cuts are just kind of really weird and jerky. Secondly, the execution of the video's theme just doesn't work. Many of Carlton's songs from Heroes and Thieves give off an odd adolescent naivete for someone as old as she is, and "Hands on Me" is probably one of the biggest offenders in that regard. Which I mean in the most affectionate way possible, because like I said it's one of my favorite songs, and although I didn't like the direction of Heroes and Thieves at first, I've come to like it. It's grown on me, and is fuzzy and warm like mold.

But casting Carlton in the role of the lovestruck viewpoint in the music video for "Hands on Me" strikes me as a million kinds of wrong. She might sound like she's still in high school, but she definitely doesn't look like she is. If she had a face like Ayumi Hamasaki, who's about the same age as her (Carlton is 28; Hamasaki is 29), she could probably pull it off, but no, Carlton looks her age, or only a few years younger, which would still place her squarely in the twenties. So there's something disturbing and unnerving about watching a grown Carlton fidgeting on the bed as she's thinking about this love of hers. I think it would have worked better if they'd cast an actress to play a younger Carlton (which would be weird in its own way, because Carlton came into the mainstream as a teenager, and everyone knows what she looked like then) and then have the real Carlton acting as a commentator of some sort, as though she were looking back on her teenage years.

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I have a Twitter account. Yeah, that's right, bitches, you heard me: I has an account on a glorified version of the Facebook status feature. Whatcha gonna do about it, huh?

Also, anonymous commenting is turned on in this LJ now. If I've got any non-LJ readers out there, give me a holler. Just make sure to sign your name so I know who you are. o_o I reserve the right to screen/bahleet idiocy, though, because this is my LJ and I'll wank cry if I want to.

-Reileen
let's make this our story, let's live in the glory
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Heaps of thanks to:

[livejournal.com profile] mugging_hipster, who randomly decided to buy me a new wallet. We were at some store, and they had a "buy one, get one half-off" deal, and Liz said "HAY I BUY WALLET AND YOU BUY WALLET TOO, YE-E-S?" And lo, there were twin wallets, though one was pink and the other was black! Unfortunately, it's not really very big, so it doesn't hold everything from my old wallet. I think I can make do, though.

[livejournal.com profile] mia_noire, who gave me a new journal (can never have enough!) and Feminist Fairy Tales by Barbara J. Walker as a birthday present. I am mucho excited about this book - it looks quite promising.

Today I bought these heels in black from Kohl's with the gift card that Joanna gave me. I've been wanting more...how to say..."statement" shoes lately, as opposed to shoes that I know will go with (nearly) anything in my closet. I'd love to get a pair of, say, obnoxious lime green heels just for the hell of it, but I'm not really a shoes person like some girls are. They did have a couple of adorable styles at Deb, but most of those shoes are designed so that the inner arch of my foot ends up showing, and it just looks kind of bad.

I nearly cried today because I found the cutest teal overcoat at Express, but it was $168. D: I really do need a new dressy-yet-casual jacket, and this one fit me perfectly, so I think I'mma gonna look into finding ways to get funds towards this coat...

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birthday (chorus)

Yeah, yeah, long way to go, both on music and vocals, but y'all can listen to that if you're curious.

-Reileen
then I'll use your cellphone, baby, long-distance
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Yahoo!Tech: 16-year-old drops out of school to play Guitar Hero

But how much gaming is too much? For North Carolina native Blake Peebles, there's no such thing. Guitar Hero is his title of choice. "I usually play till I can't anymore," he says, in this profile from the News & Observer.

In fact, young Mr. Peebles is dropping out of high school... in order to focus on Guitar Hero full time.


No, no, f'rreal. F'rreal.

However, I worry that Peebles, who's just 16, may have a tough road ahead trying to break into competitive gaming. The costs of traveling to tournaments alone can totally outstrip earnings, and the amount of training can be grueling. Sponsorships are often a pipe dream. And then there's the issue of games going out of date and being replaced by something new. Traditional athletes never have to worry about, say, distance running being upgraded with a new version, but many games can go out of style, fast. In the end, there's just not much cash there: One gamer, quoted at the end of the linked article, says that in eight years his total earnings are about $25,000 total, and that's including a national championship in Halo 2.

I didn't even know you could make $25k from competitive gaming. Though that probably proves how out-of-touch I am with the gaming world. Dude, just give me my RPGs and my Mario and Zelda and my button-mashing fighters and I'm a happy Reileen.

***

TODAYshow.com: Catch you later, Colonel Mustard: 'Clue' goes tabloid

Goodbye, professor. Farewell, colonel.

Toy maker Hasbro Inc. has updated its classic Clue game for today's tabloid culture to include younger characters, more weapons, and new rooms, including a spa and guest house.

The six characters' last names remain the same, but their first names and bios have been updated. For example, Miss Scarlet is now Kasandra Scarlet, a famous actress often featured in tabloids. And Mr. Green is now Jacob Green, an African-American "with all the ins."


NO. NOOOOOO. GIVE ME BACK COLONEL MUSTARD AND PROFESSOR PLUM. :(

You know what I used to love reading back in the day? The mini-mystery compilation tie-in novels for Clue, where you'd get to read a couple of mostly innocuous mysteries before ending with a "NAO MR BODDY IZ DED FROM _____" scenario (which would always be revealed to have Made You Look if you bothered to read the next successive novel - I remember one particularly ridiculous retconning where Mr. Boddy explained that he had been shot with one of his trick bullets, which pierced everything except human skin - no, f'rreal). I very rarely tried to figure out the mystery myself, thus single-handedly defeating the entire point of the novels, but the characters were so much fun. I wonder if any of the libraries in the area have these books? I can't remember what the hell happened to mine.

***

I just noticed that DePaul's revamped Campus Connect site has something called a "Course Cart", where you can temporarily save class listings until you can actually enroll in them. The name just makes me think of going down the aisles of the DePaul Class Department store, shopping for classes, with this coupon in hand:

"DePaul's Demonic Blowout! Buy two classes, get one free! Not applicable to sale items. Void where prohibited. Valid until September 10,2009. No cash value."

***

"birthday" now has a workable chorus melody and piano accompaniment! Chord patterns are mostly set...I think?

I really, really want to write a song mocking Twilight fandom, but there's just so much to mock - I'd end up having to write the equivalent of "American Pie" for it.

-Reileen
and I know I cannot bear it all alone
reileen: (writing - pen and notebook)
Here, has a meme I maded up myself.

Everyone has their favorite genres to listen to, but it's likely that their music collection in general has songs from all over the place. Take your mp3 player, hit shuffle, write down the 20 songs that come up, and try to classify those songs' genres as best as you can.

1. Emilie Autumn - "Gothic Lolita" - gothic/industrial
2. Yumi Matsuzawa - "You Get to Burning" - anime opening theme, j-pop
3. Linkin Park - "In the End" - pop/nu-metal (whatever the hell "nu-metal" is)
4. Yuki Kajiura - "Canta Per Me" - anime BGM
5. Vienna Teng - "Gravity" - piano folk (what Vienna refers to as chamber folk)
6. Shohei Bando - "Bomberman Generation Ending Theme" - video game theme
7. Buckethead - "I Can Only Carry 50 Chickens at a Time" - avant-garde (but I like describing this as "trippy rock guitar techno electronica")
8. Bump of Chicken - "Karma" - video game opening theme, j-rock
9. Artemis - "hypno" - downbeat electronica
10. L'arc en Ciel - "Coming Closer" - j-rock
11. Blink-182 - "There Is" - pop rock
12. Thrice - "Burn the Fleet" - punk rock
13. redballoon - "Utsuro no Ashita" - j-rock
14. Nana Kitade - "Kesenai Tsumi" - anime ending theme, j-pop/j-rock
15. Seira Kagami - "Kodoku no Hikari" - anime ending theme, j-pop
16. Poe - "Control" - folk rock/electronica
17. Sarah Marie Mullen - "The Carousel Waltz" - Celtic harp
18. Avenue Q - "The Internet Is For Porn" - musical OST
19. Susan Fuentes - "Rosas Pandan" etc. medley - Cebuano easy listening
20. Emilie Autumn - "I want my innocence back" - gothic/industrial

Ha, my iPod came around full circle on this one.

***

I think I've fixed the music for "birthday" - I changed the key to C major and partly based its chord patterns off a Filipino folk rock song that I heard playing in the van a few days ago. The result seems to fit better, since the song now sounds mildly melancholy without veering off into some weird quasi Spanish bombastic thing for the chorus. Admittedly, there was a certain charm to how I had the chorus before, but I've already done the whole "taking pride in my angst" thing with "Queen of Denial."

My headache now lies in fixing some of the lyric/melody clashes and finding a suitable riff...

***

There's still two months and a half to go before National Novel Writing Month, but I'm already futzing about with my novel idea. This particular baby is actually a prehistoric fanfic idea of mine stripped to its bare bones and then left out to be bleached senseless by a brutal desert sun.

MAIN CHARACTERS:

Kirali St. Rivers [name likely to change in some form]
A woman in her early 20's. A daemon-hybrid (half-daemon) of some sort, not exactly sure what her lineage is. Is looking for the person who killed her mother years ago.

Lukandis Cantor, a.k.a. Luke
A man in his late 20's or early 30's. A daemon blood (a person whose blood is less than 1/2 or 1/3 daemonic) descended from a line of incubi. Is the person who killed Kirali's mother years ago.


PLOT:

Plot? What plot? I have no idea what kind of story this will be. I've thrown out nearly everything I had of the original "plot" because quite frankly it stank worse than a three-day-old corpse soaked in effluvia and topped with rotten egg. At least with Glass Houses (my NaNo last year), I had the idea that it would be this odd hybrid of a coming-of-age story and espionage/conspiracy stuff. This one? No freakin' clue. I don't even know what kind of personalities Kirali and Luke have. Well, Kirali's a blank slate; Luke is kind of like Thomas Raith (from the Dresden Files) or an older Zelos Wilder (from Tales of Symphonia). It is possible, though, that this may end up being a character-driven story as opposed to event-based, which is the result of the last vestiges of the quasi fanfic idea rearing its head.


OTHER STUFF:

Will have to do some research on demonology and angelology. I'm planning to handle the mythos of demons and angels (daemons and saeraphs as they're called in the novel world) in a really strange way, though if I manage to fuck things up really spectacularly I may as well have to admit that I've just created two entirely new fantasy races.

I have the vague notion that Kirali and Luke's world is futuristic, a scientifically fantastic world. I'm not sure of anything beyond that. One route I might go is to set the story on one of many habitable moons orbiting a gas giant, but that involves science that I don't feel like thinking about at the moment, so I may just reserve it for Scar. Then again, I think the world of Scar may actually be more fantasy steampunk than fantasy sci-fi, but I'll worry about that later.

The other idea I had was to plop Kirali and Luke into an odd, amorphous place that's based on a dream I had a while back. This world was dubbed "jinxspace" by a friend of mine in honor of Jinx from the animated Teen Titans series. Why? Because the sky in jinxspace was this murky but deep pink color, and Jinx had pink hair. Yes, fear the logic. It is the invincible. If we go with the meaning of the word "jinx" as something involving bad luck, though, it probably would be a good (or at least interesting) sort of place for daemons to inhabit.

***

In addition to NaNoWriMo, I've been playing around with the faint threads of an urban fantasy short story involving the aswangs from Filipino folklore. No real plot yet, but I'm slowly but surely starting to pull together pieces for the heroine, who is either human with some faint aswang ancestry or (unknown to her) a full aswang herself, I haven't decided yet:

Anjelina ("Jelly") Gaudiano
Will probably be a teenager for her story, maybe 16 or 17. First-generation Filipino-American. A fairly religious Catholic, but with a healthy and morbid sense of humor about her faith, which makes her parents fear for the fate of her soul. Comes off as tomboyish, and doesn't have much interest in fashion or anything of that sort, being perfectly happy with the T-shirts and sweatpants hand-me-downs that she gets from her older brother. She does, however, harbor a fascination with faerie mythos, and secretly wants to be able to go to a Renaissance Faire with the most outlandish and glittery fairy costume she can find or make.

One of the main worries I had about Jelly was making her too similar to myself. Giving her a strong Catholic foundation was one way of distancing myself from her; another way was adding her tomboyishness in, which is based on a close friend of mine. I'm not sure where her fascination with faeries came from - I guess it's just for the lulz, and it's currently one of those things that I can take or leave. Jelly's last name is actually the real last name of one my cousins in the Philippines, who is two years older than I am but shares the same birthdate as me (August 7). Also, don't laugh too hard at her nickname: Filipinos have really weird logic about how they come up with nicknames. My brother, named Jeremy, is nicknamed Momoy; my sister, named Ashley, is nicknamed Ate Ate (pronounced "aht aht"). "Jelly", by comparison, is relatively normal.

What's my nickname, you ask? I have two, actually. No one uses the first one anymore (lulz), so I'm not telling you what it is. I usually get addressed as "Inday", which is a general term of affection for a female in Cebuano.

-Reileen
I bet you want my goodies
reileen: (general - strawberry)
John Scalzi takes on the theory of 1000 True Fans
An interesting look into the business aspects of the creative industry, as well as the relationship between creator and fan.

Britney Spears to be animated in her latest music video
I'm pretty sure that there are pictures of animu!Spears out there, but I'd never thought it would become official. I have a masochistic urge to watch this video when it comes out.

Mysterious craters seen on Mercury
NASA spacecraft spots shiny things on Mercury!

The life and death of Stefen Colbear
Artist Todd Lockwood was commissioned to create a WoW Paladin named Stefen Colbear for the WoW TCG. Unfortunately, it was never made offishul because Colbert's agent was an idiot and said "NO GTFO" to the idea, not even bothering to show the artwork to Colbert himself.

-Reileen
see the structure of my pride

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